Thoughts moved slightly.

There is nothing in his body. Let alone mobilizing his cultivation, he can't even do the most basic inner vision!

This situation.

He is no stranger to it. He was once in a human tribulation... No, even though his cultivation was banned when he was in a human tribulation, he was still agile, agile and powerful, and could easily kill a tiger!

But now...

His physique is so weak that he is no better than a mortal!

Subconsciously.

He looked around again and saw that he was in an unknown rural area. The sun was high in the sky, the earth was dry and cracked, and there was a tattered hoe under his feet.

Except these.

They are a group of people dressed like farmers, just like women and men.

"What's going on?"

Staring at the steamed bun in his hand, he felt a bit absurd and unreal.

The foundation of the Perfect Eight Extremes Realm.

There is also the invincible cultivation level that surpasses Hengjiu and can be called the number one in the immortal realm.

Just disappeared into thin air?

"What's wrong with him?"

"Have you lost your mind?"

"Not necessarily, it could also be that you are hungry."

"Nonsense, I'm hungry too, I'm hungrier than him, I'm hungrier than all of you, why am I so smart?"

"..."

Under discussion.

A sixty-year-old man stretched out his rough big hand and waved it in front of Gu Han. Seeing that he had no response, he sighed and walked away hunched over with his hands behind his back.

"Poor!"

"Old man, I remember that he has a younger sister at home..."

younger sister?

Gu Han suddenly woke up and looked at the onlookers.

"Where is my home?"

Everyone: "?"

They felt that Gu Han was probably really stupid.

"There."

The woman who was giving Gu Han the direction.

"Thanks!"

After thanking him casually, Gu Han staggered away with one foot deep and one shallow.

It’s no longer exciting to watch.

The crowd gradually dispersed, except for the woman and the man, who still stood there with confused eyes.

They remember.

Gu Han wandered here three days ago and settled here. He was dull and talkative, and he was accompanied by a younger sister who didn't like to meet people very much.

"He is different from before."

The woman looked at Gu Han's disappearing back and said thoughtfully: "What do you think?"

The man nodded.

He picked up the broken hoe at his feet, looked at it carefully, and said in a loud voice: "Looks like a young man from the city."

The woman stopped talking.

He opened the mouth of the earthen jar and handed him the only remaining steamed bun.

"It's noon, it's time to eat."

The man said nothing.

He took the steamed bun, broke it with both hands, left half of it with the woman, and walked away with the hoe and half of the steamed bun in his mouth.

The woman smiled gently and followed.

…

However, the journey of only three to four miles took the dignified Xuantian Tenth Generation Swordsman, Gu Dajianzun, to walk for a full half an hour!

Walking and sweating profusely.

Walking exhausted.

Only then did he see his home...a thatched house that was in disrepair, leaking from all directions, and half of it had collapsed.

Squeak... bang!

The courtyard door was pushed halfway and he fell down, completing his last mission and leaving Gu Han with ashes on his forehead.

"Back?"

Dust is flying.

A cold voice suddenly came from the hut, making Gu Han suddenly feel a chill in his body and mind, and he was no longer so hot.

The dust disperses.

Leng Yushu, in a black skirt, gnawed on a fruit she picked from nowhere and looked at Gu Han coldly.

Gu Han was startled.

He suddenly thought of what those farmers had said earlier.

High probability.

His so-called sister is Leng Yushu in a black dress.

He looked up at the small courtyard again. It was dirty and dilapidated, and there was a thick layer of dust on the stove, but it made him feel familiar and warm.

once.

In Wangcun Village, he also has a small courtyard like this.

once.

In that small courtyard, there was also a woman waiting for him to come back every day.

once……

"I'm hungry."

The voice of Leng Yushu in black skirt sounded again, which immediately shattered his beautiful memories!

The corners of Gu Han's mouth twitched fiercely.

The memories are wonderful.

The reality is cruel.

If the person standing at the door is his sister Mo.

By this time, there should have been smoke rising from the kitchen, and a bowl of delicious fish soup would be waiting for him.

If it's a fool.

He shouldn't be hungry either.

If it is Feng Xi.

At least he could hear a concerned greeting.

If it's a cold girl...

That's even better.

He can even eat a modest meal!

Can……

"I'm hungry!"

Accompanied by the dissatisfied voice of the black-dressed Leng Yushu, a fruit core hit him in the head with great precision.

Gu Han's face was a little dark.

He could probably guess that this was Leng Meizi's former nature, the most original and real version of her.
To be continued...